Resort Virgins

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  Resort Virgins

  by

  Laura M. Baird

  Awakened Desires Book One

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Resort Virgins

  COPYRIGHT © 2018 by Laura M. Baird

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  Publishing History

  First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2018

  Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-1886-8

  Published in the United States of America

  Dedication

  To my husband—it's only gotten better with time!

  Resort Virgins

  “Know what I want?” she whispered.

  “Besides me?”

  Violet chuckled at her husband’s response. Max was always quick-witted and flirty, and lately he’d been more amorous than usual. Not that she’d complain, as she knew men’s sexual desires tended to wane as they got older. Well, at age forty-five, Max’s desires showed no signs of slowing down. But after nearly twenty-five years of marriage, as active as their sex life was, it became routine, comfort and predictability their motto.

  Their attempts at anything other than vanilla sex had been almost embarrassing.

  Max jokingly suggested they might need an intervention: a sexual intervention. And after several comments along those lines, Violet began to wonder if he really hadn’t been joking.

  That’s why tonight, she decided to engage in something he had recently suggested, something to add a little spark. She wanted to be impulsive and daring; hopefully without looking like an idiot.

  They sat snuggling on the couch after enjoying a surprisingly warm autumn day. All too soon, the rains would descend on Portland, and they’d grumble about not taking advantage of the fleeting pleasant weather.

  “I, uh, I thought we could watch an adult movie,” Violet spoke into his chest before deciding she needed to be more confident. She looked up at her husband, giving him a smile. “Spice things up a bit.”

  “Really?” he questioned. “I mean, yeah, you know I’m all for it.” He leaned in to nuzzle her ear and whispered, “But can I hear you say porn?” He chuckled against her, tickling and causing goose bumps to rise.

  She squirmed and nearly snorted as she answered, “Let’s watch porn.”

  “Ooo yea, I want to see what dirty little secrets you’re holding inside.” He licked a path against her skin, settling his mouth at the base of her neck as his hand moved up to cover her breast.

  “Mmm, you keep that up and I won’t need much incentive to show you my dirty little secrets.” And she had quite a few after reading some of the erotic stories her now-divorced-thrill-seeking girlfriend at work had suggested. Holy moly, had those gotten her juices flowing. Literally. But Violet always felt ridiculous about bringing those fantasies to life with Max.

  It was time to put her hesitations aside to ensure they could find a new level of intimacy.

  “I like the sound of that.”

  “Max, you’ve always been a generous lover, and I want to give you what you want. What I want. No more holding back.”

  Violet pressed her breast into Max’s hand, as she found a way under his shirt, her own hands gliding over his rippled abdomen. On the downward journey, she moved her fingers to his waistband, intent on reaching his erection.

  Max pulled away before she could go any further and spoke gruffly with great effort.

  “While I love the direction you’re taking, let’s get that movie going and ramp up the action.” He gave her a sound kiss that had her begging for more with her soft whimpers yet greedy hands that once again tried reaching for him. Groaning, he pulled back and playfully bit her lip before lifting himself from the couch to snag the remote off the table. Running through the list of naughty titles on the screen, he turned to her with a cheesy grin. “What looks interesting to you? Daddy’s Bad Little Girl? Dong-a-thon? Three Times the Charm?”

  “Wow, who knew there’d be so much variety.” Titles that indicated nearly every fetish continued to roll past until one snagged her attention. “How about Sex with a Stranger?”

  Max turned her way. “Oh, thinking of replacing me?” he quipped.

  “Of course not. I just thought the idea of doing something totally out of character, you know, daring, no inhibitions. I—”

  “Violet, relax,” he said gently. “I get it.” He started the show and rejoined her on the couch. “No inhibitions. Let’s see where this leads.” He wiggled his brows.

  Violet couldn’t help but chuckle as she scooted close to his side. “So, do we just start watching? Do we act it out?”

  Max laughed. “You ask like I’m the expert. I haven’t watched one of these since my bachelor party, and back then, they were laughable. A riot nearly broke out when I suggested we turn the damn thing off.” He kissed her forehead and wrapped an arm around her. “Let’s just watch, and when you feel like ravishing my body, go for it.”

  “Got it.” She smiled up at him, loving how he always made her feel at ease. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.

  Knowing they wouldn’t be interrupted gave Violet more courage to be bold. Before their only child, Sable, had returned to college, their love-making took place behind closed doors, quiet and controlled. She had no illusions her daughter never thought of her parents having sex, but it certainly didn’t need to be broadcast throughout the house. Now she felt free to do what she wanted, where they wanted—when and as loud as they wanted. That notion added even more excitement to the evening.

  As the movie played out, it had a surprisingly good quality aspect about it, and it didn’t take long to get down to the nitty gritty, so to speak. Violet watched a group of socialites meander through an art exhibition. When a handsome man caught the eye of a stunning lady, they worked their way toward one another; their sly glances and suggestive body language was hard to misinterpret. The woman ran her tongue across the rim of her champagne glass while caressing her hand down her side, and the man adjusted his growing erection. He tried to hide his actions behind a small statue.

  A familiar heat rose within Violet and moisture dampened her panties. She shifted the hand she used to caress Max’s thigh and moved it toward his unmistakable erection, wanting to but not touching the tempting bulge. Max eased the hand he’d slung over her shoulder lower until he cupped her breast and fondled her. His touch sent a thrill through her and she wanted more.

  With her focus still on the movie but becoming increasingly aroused, Violet watched as the couple subtly rubbed against one another before communicating some silent understanding of where things were headed. The woman walked away, casting a glance at the gentleman before disappearing through a door. The man followed, and once through the door, it was apparent they were in an office. Without speaking, the couple immediately began undressing, and their beautiful bodies excited Violet. She al
ways thought watching others naked would feel wrong, intrusive, but she was unexplainably turned on and wanted to act on her impulses.

  She covered Max’s erection, applying gentle pressure as she moved her hand back and forth. When his hips surged forward, and he uttered a deep groan, she continued to trace the length of him. His fingers found their way beneath the thin material of her top, and teased her nipple to a tight point, then lightly pinched and it was Violet’s turn to groan.

  “You like seeing them naked? Does it make you hot?” Max’s breath whispered across her skin.

  “Yes, so hot and wet.”

  As Max growled, obviously aroused by her words, his cock became impossibly harder beneath her touch. He rolled her nipple with more force, sending a delicious jolt through her.

  The couple in the movie moved closer to one another, kissing passionately before the man spun the woman around and bent her over the desk. He squeezed a breast as he guided his straining cock between her ass cheeks. The woman spread her legs and lifted her ass, allowing access to her pussy. Without preamble, the man plunged inside her, causing her face to contort with pleasure.

  The moans and gasps, the ragged breathing, and the sound of flesh slapping flesh caused Violet’s need to flare. Her breaths increased and perspiration dotted her heated skin. The desire to be bold and confident influenced her decision to stand and strip off her clothes. The look of appreciation in Max’s eyes empowered her, and his perusal of her naked body ignited a spark inside her. His hand replaced hers as he stroked his erection, but as much as she enjoyed the way he handled himself, Violet shook her head and wagged her finger at him. A roguish smile lit up his face as he spread his arms across the back of the couch and widened his legs.

  Wanting to be the one in charge, she stepped between his legs and dropped to her knees, working his shorts free from his body. Tossing them to the side, she leaned forward to swipe her tongue across the glistening head of his cock. Max’s body jerked as he lost his breath. When she peered up at him, his fingers dug into the cushions of the couch and he held her attention with his heated gaze.

  Continuing her attention to her husband, the movie all but forgotten, Violet took his erection into her mouth as her nails raked across a thigh. She felt him pulse inside her before she released his length to suckle the tip.

  “Jesus, that fucking feels good,” he rasped.

  While she worked him over, her own body began to quiver with pleasure. Another surge of moisture pooled between her legs and she moaned. The sound vibrated from her mouth to Max’s cock. He arched deep into her mouth and gripped her head.

  “You’re wet, aren’t you?”

  Violet looked up at Max and nodded as she cupped his balls and gave a gentle squeeze.

  “Stand up,” he ordered.

  Violet stood, her sex nearly at eye level with him. Max scooted forward and grabbed her hips, placing a kiss on her abdomen before spinning her around. So stunned by the movement, she would’ve fallen if Max had not immediately brought her to his lap. His erection nestled beneath her ass as his hands came around her body to palm her breasts.

  His warm breath tickled against her neck. “Look at the TV.” While doing as he ordered, she gasped when he pinched her nipples painfully.

  Violet’s attention remained on the couple in the movie. The man had taken a seat in the leather chair and had the woman on his lap, just as Violet and Max were positioned, but it was clear he had penetrated her. With the woman’s legs wide open, Violet could see the man’s cock inside her as the woman rubbed her own clit. The sexy image turned her on so much she whimpered as she wiggled against Max.

  “You like that?” Max rolled her nipples as he pumped his hips into her backside.

  “Mm hmm,” she responded. Her hands fell on his thighs, giving her leverage. She ground her ass against the hard length of him, tilting her pelvis to slide herself across his cock.

  “Fuck me, Violet, your wet pussy feels so damn good.”

  Violet secretly loved the dirty talk, and often she let it run through her mind…only that was where it usually stayed. Again, embarrassment kept her from voicing the many scenarios she’d often thought about.

  What would Max think? Would it be appalling to hear that from her, or would it turn him on just as much?

  “Tell me what you want.” Max continued to prod her to express her desires.

  “I want,” she started hesitantly, trying to catch her breath and say the words.

  “You want me to shove my cock in that beautiful pussy?” He released one of her breasts and traced a path down her belly, hovering millimeters above her clit. Max teased her with quick taps to her swollen bud, never giving it his full attention.

  It was delightful torture.

  “Tell me, Violet,” he whispered in her ear. He then bit the lobe before soothing it with his tongue.

  “Yes,” she replied breathlessly. She rocked her pelvis across his lap, digging her nails into the flesh of his thighs. He alternated between pinching a nipple and pinching her clit. The action caused a riot to her system.

  He pulled her against his chest holding her immobile.

  “Shove your cock inside my pussy, Max.” She rested her head against his shoulder, her back feeling as if it were on fire as it lay against Max’s warm chest. “I want to come all over you.”

  “Yeah, I want that pussy squeezing me tight. Knees up on the couch, Violet.”

  Max helped lift her as she tucked her legs next to his thighs, giving her even more leverage. With one arm banded across her chest, he fingered her clit, sending jolts of power through her.

  “Grab my cock and put it inside you.”

  His gruff words had her releasing a shaky breath as her body tingled in anticipation. She lifted slightly and reached beneath her to fist his erection, positioning it at her opening. Max gave her no notice as he bucked, impaling her. She gasped at the invasion, but quickly moaned her pleasure as his thickness filled her. They remained still a moment with him buried deep inside, pulsing and twitching.

  But Violet needed movement. She needed that delicious pressure to engorge her clit and send her into oblivion. She clenched around him as she tried to lift, but Max held her to him.

  “Not yet. Just grind on me. I love being buried inside you.”

  “Max,” she sighed, continuing to clench around him as she rocked her hips as much as he’d allow.

  “That’s it.” He nipped at her shoulder while he gave his full attention to her tits. He loved fondling them, plucking at the nipples until they stung. Oh, but what a sweet sting.

  “Max, rub me, please.”

  “You like your clit rubbed?” he teased, knowing that’s exactly what she liked. He slowly moved a hand down her torso reaching her clit again, applying a minimal amount of pressure.

  “Yes. Harder.” She lifted herself and sank back down repeatedly as he complied with her demand—her clit becoming ever more engorged.

  “Damn, you’re getting tighter. You’re gonna squeeze me hard, aren’t you?” He began to add his movements, thrusting his hips into her as his cock continued to pulse.

  “So hard,” she answered. She felt herself tightening. Her desire climbing higher and higher. Their movements became more frenzied as their bodies slapped against one another. She could hardly focus on anything except reaching her peak. But when she caught sight of the movie again, with the couple in the throes of their climax, she wanted that for her and Max.

  “You like what you see?” Max groaned as he pumped into her with more force.

  “Yes.” So close to shattering, she met him thrust for thrust.

  “You like what you’re feeling?”

  “Yes, Max, you feel so good. You make me feel so good.” She lifted her arms and wound her hands around the back of his head, bringing their bodies as close as she could.

  Through clenched teeth, Max demanded, “Fucking come for me, Vi. Come hard on my cock.”

  One final surge, one final flick across her c
lit had her soaring. She screamed through her release as she clamped around him. He wrapped his arms around her body, further encasing her in his heat. Then he shattered with her, grunting in her ear as his orgasm exploded with hers.

  Max rocked into her body as endless waves of ecstasy crashed over her, through her. She couldn’t recall ever having felt an orgasm so intense.

  “That was so hot. I think we may have melted into each other,” Violet teased. She leaned forward, pulling her sticky skin away from his.

  Max softly kissed the back of her neck as their bodies slowly returned to normal. “Hell yeah, that was hot. Damn, Violet, you looked so beautiful as you came and you felt so good.” He continued the soft kisses across her back and shoulders as his hands rested on her waist. She began to shiver from his ticklish kisses.

  “I think it’s time to hit the shower,” she suggested, making a move to lift herself off Max’s lap.

  But he held her tight, pulling her back against him, and kissed her temple. “Not yet,” he said softly. “Let me enjoy you in my arms.”

  She relaxed, loving how his muscular body, at six one, engulfed her petite five two frame. Lifting her hands again, she ran them across his smooth head. He gave up the fight years ago of denying his receding hair line. Now, he kept his head shaved smooth, and Violet loved it. Her pixie cut remained blonde with the help of color twice a year, keeping her grays blended well. That was her one bit of vanity.

  Violet and Max kept themselves in terrific shape by staying active, looking nearly ten years younger than their age. And if tonight was any indication of what was to come, she’d gladly welcome it.

  “Did watching the porn do it for you?” Max asked.

  “You do it for me, but yeah, the movie certainly heightened the experience.”

  “So you’d be open to more?”

  Violet turned her face to look at her husband, raising her brow. “More? As in more movies, or more of something else?”

  “Both.” He grinned.

  Violet chuckled as Max stood with her in his arms. When her feet hit the floor, she turned and kissed him soundly. “I’ll keep an open mind about your suggestions, how’s that?”